Dan Vs. The Demon Sisters
-Chapter Two-
Dan and Chris pulled up outside of Chéz Soirez, the restaurant they were to meet the Démon sisters at. Dan looked at his watch; the time was currently ten to seven. He and Chris looked around idly, before Dan finally spoke up.
"So where are we supposed to park?"
As if in answer to his question, somebody knocked on his window. Dan gave a startled jump, and smacked his head on the ceiling of his car. Dan grumbled as he rubbed the top of his head, and rolled down the window. "What do you want?" Dan said to the man.
"Your car, sir?" The man said.
"What about my car?" Dan inquired.
"Dan, this guy's a valet," Chris explained. "He's here to park your car for you."
"Him? Alone in my car?" Dan said incredulously. "That's just like asking for it to be stolen! I can find somewhere to park myself, thank you very much." Dan pulled forward, and began driving up and down the street looking for a parking space. After a good twenty minutes, Chris was starting to get anxious.
"Come on, Dan, just let the guy park your car!" Chris moaned. "I promise you that he won't steal it!"
"No way, I'm not letting him anywhere near my car." Dan said. "And besides," he continued, pulling his car to the side of the road across the street from the restaurant. "I just found a great parking space!"
As the two climbed out of the car, Chris noticed a fire hydrant being blocked by Dan's car. "Uh, Dan..." he started, but Dan was already making his way over to the restaurant. "Hey, Dan, wait up!" Chris said, hurrying after his short friend.
The two walked into the restaurant, and Chris let out a gasp of amazement. "Wow..." Chris said, admiring the interior decor. "This place is pretty fancy, huh Dan?"
"Of course it is, these people are just showing off by inviting us here," Dan said, irratably. "We could've just gone to a fast-food place, or even to their office, but noooooo, let's drag the peasants out to a five star restaurant and rub their noses in our fabulous wealth!"
"Now that's hardly fair, Dan," Chris said. "Only you could read something like this as an insult."
"Fine, whatever, but I can guarantee you that these people are gonna be high society snobs that wouldn't even talk to us under any other circumstances." Dan said. The two of them then stood and waited to be directed to their hosts.
"Can I help you two gentlemen?" A man behind a podium said. He was holding a clip board and a pen.
"Yes, we're here to have dinner with the Démon Sisters," Chris said, before Dan could find an excuse to start yelling at him.
"Ah, you must be Mr. Chris and his friend," the man said. "If you'll follow me, the Démons have had us prepare a private room for the four of you this evening." The man gestured for Dan and Chris to follow, so Dan pushed his way in front of his taller friend and the two began following the man. They eventually reached a door that read "V.I.P. Dining Room 2", and the man opened it, gesturing within. "If you'll have a seat, the ladies will be in shortly. They are currently freshening themselves up."
Dan simply marched inside, while Chris uttered a thank you before walking in. The two of them took a seat at a solitary table within the room. Inside, they noticed two doors leading to private washrooms, as well and a door leading to the kitchen. There was also a man playing a violin, but neither Chris nor Dan paid him much mind. Dan drummed his fingers on the table impatiently, while Chris began lecturing Dan. "Now Chris, you have to behave yourself tonight," Chris began. "No death threats, no swearing of vengance, nothing. These people are currently the deciding factor on whether you get to keep your apartment or not, so it's important that you make a good impression."
"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha." Dan said. "But if they refuse to leave my building alone, there's gonna be some serious hell to pay, belie-" Dan stopped as the doors to the private washrooms opened simutaniously. Chris and Dan both looked across the room, and out from the doors stepped two women. The one on the right was a well proportioned woman with long hair running down to her lower back. The other was a somewhat more slender woman wearing glasses with her hair done up in a ponytail. Both wore very official looking uniforms, but what seemed most unusual to Dan and Chris was the colour of their skin, as well as what was on their heads. Both women had deep red skin, approximately the colour of a tomato, and both had what appeared to be horns coming out of the top of their heads, the right woman having two smaller ones that protruded to either side, while the left had a unicorn-like protusion that extended about half a foot. The one on the left began to introduce themselves.
"Good evening, gentlemen," the woman said. "I am Miss Kneesocks, and to my left is my dear sister, Miss Scanty."
"It is a pleasure to meet you both," the other, now known to be named Scanty, continued. The two walked over and took the two seats opposite Dan and Chris. "Why don't we order before we begin discussing business, hmm?"
"Uh, that'd be great," Chris said, somewhat nervously. "I'm Chris, I'm the one that talked to you on the phone, and this is my friend Dan. He's the one who-"
"Who's extremely angry about what you two are doing to my apartment!" Dan interrupted. "You! Scanty, was it? How dare you-"
"Dan, please!" Chris hissed. He turned back to the Démon sisters. "I'm sorry about Dan, he's got a bit of a temper."
"Oh, that's quite alright," Scanty replied, waving her hand as if she was shooing away the apology. "We all get upset from time to time, and you friend's foul mood is understandable, given the circumstances." She and he sister picked up the menus in front of them. "But we'll discuss that after we get our dinner ordered." Kneesocks rang a bell sitting in front of her, and a waiter came rushing out of the kitchen. The four ordered their meals, Chris having ordered a rather large steak, and Dan, after a small argument with the waiter over the lack of burgers on the menus, had a pasta dish ordered for him by Chris. The waiter took the menus and went back to the kitchen, and the four began talking once again.
"So, how can we help you gentlemen this evening?" Kneesocks said, folding her hands on the table in front of her.
"Well, as you're probably already aware, you two recently purchased the apartment building my friend happens to be living in." Chris explained.
"Ah, yes, Casa Paradisio," Scanty said. "It was a relatively cheap purchase. Please, continue."
"Yes, well, you bought that building," Dan said, "and you instructed Dan to vacate the apartment by the end of the month. Anyway, we were wondering if you could allow Dan to continue living there, and find a different location to build your parking garage? He doesn't exactly have a lot of options when it comes to finding a new place to live."
The two ladies paused for a moment, both seemed to be thinking. Finally, Kneesocks spoke up. "You have our sympathies, Mr. Dan, but I'm afraid we can't allow you to continue to stay in that building. We need that land for our garage, the aren't any other convinient places to put it. I'm sure you understand."
"Well, then why don't you allow him to live in your building?" Chris offered.
"We'd be happy to allow him to stay at the Démon Arms," Scanty said. "Provided his apartment passes our examination-"
"Yeah, I know all about your 'examination'," Dan interrupted. "How dare you come into my apartment without my say-so! I'm absolutely certain that constitutes breaking and entering, and I've got half a mind to call the police on you two! How do I know you two didn't take anything?"
"Mr. Dan," Kneesocks said, a hint of irritation in her voice. "I think you'll find that, as the owners of the building, and your current landlords, it was well within legal limits for my sister and I to enter your apartment. And quite frankly, I find it quite insulting that you'd accuse us of theft-"
"You want to know what I find insulting?" Dan cut across. "I find what your 'dear sister' wrote about my apartment to be very insulting! I happen to think that my apartment is perfectly fine. It certainly isn't 'disgusting', like you said in that awful handwriting of yours-"
"That was your apartment?" It was Scanty's turn to interrupt. "Quite frankly, sir, I don't know how you can live in conditions like that. There was garbage everywhere, the clothes that weren't scattered on the floor were in a giant heap in the corner... come to think of it, I think I saw that suit your wearing on top of a pizza box with discarded chinese food scattered all over it."
"Dan, tell me you washed that thing," Chris said, eying Dan's suit.
"Of course I did," Dan said, crossing his arms. "I'm not a filthy animal."
"Well, you certainly wouldn't know it from that hovel you live in," Scanty said. "And if that's how you live, then I'm afraid we simply can't allow you to live in our building. We have a reputation to keep up, and allowing a tenant to treat one of our apartments like you treat yours would be unacceptable!"
"Treat your living space with respect!" Kneesocks recited. "That is one of our RRUURRUUS!"
"Quite right, dear sister," Scanty said, nodding. "Now, I can tell that you aren't happy with this whole situation-"
"Gee, you think?" Dan interrupted.
"SO," Scanty continued. "We might be willing to give you some money for you to put towards a new living space, as compensation for ejecting you from your home."
"Forget it!" Dan said, standing up. "I don't want your charity, and I don't need it, because I am not going to be moving out of my home! Mark my words, Demon sisters, you haven't seen the last of me!" Dan began heading for the door. "Come on Chris, let's go!"
"Already?" Chris asked. "But we haven't even gotten our food yet-"
"I think it would be in everybody's best interest if you two did leave," Kneesocks cut across. Both her and Scanty looked to be getting rather mad. "I apologize that this meeting didn't go quite as smoothly as we hoped, but your friend has made it quite clear that he does not wish to share our company for much longer."
"Alright," Chris got up out of his chair. "It was a pleasure meeting both of you, and thank you for meeting with us, Miss Demo- sorry, Miss Démon."
"Oh, it's quite alright," Scanty said. "As you can probably imagine, people make that mistake quite frequently."
"Yeah, whatever, let's go!" Dan said. He stormed out of the restaurant, with Chris following in his wake.
"Dan, I am very disappointed with you," Chris said as they exited the restaurant. "You were completely out of line back there-"
"Me!" Dan said. "They're the ones kicking me out of my apartment!"
"Be that as it may, I still don't think you should've- Dan?" Chris suddenly couldn't see Dan anymore. Looking around, he eventually located Dan running to his car, which was being hitched up to a tow truck.
"Hey!" Dan shouted to the tow truck driver. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Look buddy, you were blocking a fire hydrant." The driver explained. "You can't park your car next to a fire hydrant like that, it's against the law."
"I don't see any fires!" Dan shouted. He ran to the back of his car and began tugging on the rear bumper. "Give me back my car!"
"Dan, just let it go," Chris said. "I'll call Elise and have her pick..." Chris trailed off as he heard the sound of an engine roaring building up in the background. He looked down the street and saw a vehicle screaming down the road. As it got closer, it looked like it was headed right for Dan! "Dan! Look out!" Chris shouted. He raced forward and pushed Dan away from his car. The two of them landed on the sidewalk, just as a hot pink jeep plowed into the back of Dan's car. The cable snapped on the tow truck, and Dan's car landed down with a thud. The tow truck was knocked about fifty feet down the road. It sped away in a panic, as if fearing more cars to come driving down the road like that.
Chris and Dan both gave their heads a shake, then looked up. Three figures were standing around the two vehicles, inspecting the damage.
"P-p-p-panty," one of them, a red-headed boy in a green jumpsuit, stammered. "You really should watch where you're going!"
"Oh, shut up, Geek Boy," another one, a blonde girl in a red dress, spat. "We needed to get here quickly, and we did! Simple as that!"
"Man, I'd hate to be the guy who owns this beat-up piece of junk," the third, a girl with long black hair, said. "You really did a number on the rear end."
"Hey!" Dan shouted, standing up and dusting himself off. "That happens to be MY beat-up piece of junk! And you just about killed my friend and I! How in the world did someone as stupid as you get a license anyway?"
The blonde girl spun around on the spot. "You'd better watch your fuckin' mouth, shorty!" She shouted. "Unless you want to see how far I can drive the stick-shift of this thing up your-"
"P-p-panty! Settle down!" The red head quickly said. He turned to Dan. "Listen, we're all really sorry about your car," he said apologetically. He began rifling around in his backpack, and pulled something out of it. "I was wondering, have you seen these two anywhere lately?" He showed Dan a photograph, and displayed on it was a picture of the people Chris and Dan had just finished speaking with.
"Them?" Chris said, looking at the photograph. "We were just talking with them no more than three minutes ago! They're in there!" Chris pointed over to the restaurant.
"No shit?" The blonde, who seemed to be called Panty, exclaimed. "Awesome, thanks!" She pulled a gun seemingly out of nowhere (to which Chris jumped back behind Dan in fear), and looked over to the other girl. "Come on, Stockin'! Let's go deal with these bitches!"
"Right behind you!" The girl said, producing a katana in a similar fashion. The two raced into the restaurant, with the boy following just behind them. Chris looked extremely scared.
"Oh boy, I think I just did something stupid." Chris stammered. Dan, on the other hand, looked angry.
"If those two think they're getting their hands on those Demon Sisters before I do, they've got another thing coming!" Dan said. He quickly ran after the group back into the restaurant.
"Dan, wait! It could be dangerous!" Chris shouted, chasing Dan inside.